The surroundings were chaotic.
Some were screaming.
Some were helping to save others.
Some were going all out to grab hold of the Audi so that it would not fall into the river.
Charity faintly remembered that she was the first to be saved.
Later, her memory of everything else was hazy.
She vaguely heard some voices in her mind.
"Isn't she the A-list celebrity, Eliza?"
"Probably.”
"It looks like the Land Rover was trying to hunt her down to kill her."
"Hurry up, the one in the sports car seems to be badly injured."
"The psycho in the Land Rover came out again."
After that, everything could not be heard.
"Beep, beep..."
Charity gradually woke up amid the sound of the defibrillator.
She opened her eyes, only to find herself lying in the VIP ward.
"Charity, you're awake." Max's handsome face appeared in front of her with a concerned look.
"Charity, are you feeling okay?" Catherine hurried over.
"Charity, do you remember me? I'm Freya. You didn't lose your memory and forget about me, did you?" Freya's anxious voice rang beside Charity’s ear.
"...I didn't lose my memory..." Charity bit her lip in agony. "I just feel like puking..."
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